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Chapter XII Rurik's Ambition

Otto's words are quite meaningful. How to become a qualified leader? Rurik is full of curiosity.

Now Rurik is indeed as curious about everything as an ordinary child, and this is indeed how he appears to others.

After all, Rurik is different. In this body lives a personality named Liu Li. Liu Li himself is full of wisdom, but because his body is too small and immature, his flexible hands cannot create things to improve the life of the tribe.

However, even though he was only two years old, he had already begun to conceive of some things and think about what he could make based on the tools he saw and heard, as well as observing tribal craftsmen making and repairing ships, and thinking about the tribe's existing conditions.

In Rurik's view, the so-called wharf of the tribe cannot be called a wharf at all.

All ships are small, and moving cargo is time-consuming and laborious, so there is a lot of room for improvement.

He even felt that everything he saw and heard had room for improvement!

They have wooden longhouses that have been strengthened to keep out the cold, but they have no concept of making wooden beds. Every night, they just cover the ground with several layers of thick animal furs and sleep wrapped in furs.

They stored a large amount of food to survive the winter, but they did not process it carefully and ate it simply and crudely.

They can obviously manufacture many fine daily necessities, and even have good textile capabilities, but their requirements for houses are still relatively simple.

They love to be clean by nature and will bathe frequently in summer, but in winter the nights are long and cold, so they can only wash their faces.

Tattoos are also popular among them. In the warm longhouse in winter, with the oil lamp lit by seal oil, Rurik noticed the strange words tattooed on his biological father who traveled north. Rurik guessed that they were runes, a symbol of blessing.

vocabulary.

From Rurik's point of view, the Rossburg where he was was definitely not a good place to live. Even after 1,200 years, it was still not a good place to live.

It was another quiet and long night, and Rurik still gave his family a feeling of surprise.

He knew that he was regarded as a treasure by his parents, especially his father Otto, as the hope of the entire tribe, and this was indeed the case.

Therefore, every night in the winter of 823, Rurik always left his mother's arms, and was forced to stay close to his biological father Otto, and also slept with his cousin Arik.

In Otto's words, even if his two children follow him, his heroic aura can be passed on to them.

Rurik couldn't feel the heroic aura, but the smell on Otto's body was not that good.

After a long time, Rurik got used to it.

This night, it was still extremely cold outside, Roseburg was also covered with a layer of snow, and there were even a large number of ice floes distributed on the sea surface.

Only the inside of the longhouse was warm. Otto, who was lying on his side, had a quiet and boring night. Naturally, he had plenty of time to face his family.

Now, almost every night, he introduces his glorious fighting life to his two children, especially the great journey to Novgorod.

It was from Otto that Rurik completely understood that word, but it was undoubtedly "Novgorod".

Novgorod is a Russian city with a very ancient history.

Otto has been saying that the people there are rich but lack fighting power. The men of the Ross tribe can force them to offer their treasures just by relying on their momentum.

Finally, Rurik could no longer hold back the words he had been holding back for a long time.

"But Dad, are we going to keep robbing them?"

"Hmm." Otto was very curious. He didn't expect his son to ask this at all.

Not only Otto, but also Arik who was listening to the story and Niya who was sewing leather gloves with the help of an oil lamp also cast surprised looks.

Just because Rurik, who was just over two years old, asked something that was obviously not something that a child of his age should ask.

Otto looked at his son's wide eyes and hesitated for a moment: "Don't you think we shouldn't rob them? You should know that they are a group of sheep, and we are just going to cut their wool."

"Haha, maybe my brother is a very kind person." Arik laughed and said.

Otto shook his head, "There is no mercy to them, just like the Danes in the south are not merciful to us. You two should understand that if it weren't for our strong bodies, sharp swords, and many warriors, we would be robbed

It’s us. It’s like a person encountering a black bear in the vast forest. If there is an axe, the bear is the bear skin you are lying on. If not, the person is the prey.”

Although Rurik disagreed with the argument that the weak would prey on the strong, but considering that the Ross tribe was struggling to survive in this extremely cold fjord, it was not surprising that they had such extremely simple ideas.

"But, maybe we can do business with them peacefully." Rurik continued to ask.

"Ah, my son." Otto stroked his son's forehead, "If your grandfather knew that you said this, he would be very happy. But those people have surrendered to us, and we only need to collect generous tributes.

That’s it. My child, you should understand that the people there live a richer life than we do, and they are not as cold as we do here.”

"Since...since it's not cold there, and our combat power is very strong, wouldn't it be enough for all of us to move there and live with them?"

"Ah? Rurik!"

To be honest, Otto had never thought of moving. Although he had heard many rumors that some tribes in the south had moved south on a small scale, it was unheard of for a whole family to move.

"We'll be fine here immediately. It's too cold in Fort Ross! The tribute is paid twice a year and there is a long sea route. Since it is the tribute provided by those people, we live with them, and they cannot pay us tribute every day.

Gift?"

Otto stared at his talkative son with wide eyes. It was unbelievable that such logical words came out of the mouth of a two-year-old child. Otto found it incredible no matter how he thought about it.

But think about it again, this doesn’t prove it anymore, Rurik is really extraordinary?!

Otto fell into silence in shock. Indeed, his son's words made some sense.

However, is it possible to move a whole family? Obviously not!

Otto could not prevent some small families of the tribe from settling in unknown areas, but the core of the tribe had to stay in the cold Rossberg Fjord. There were other factors to consider.

He stroked his son's forehead and explained as if to a close friend: "Son, we can't move away."

"Is it because there are the graves of our ancestors here? Or is it because even though it's cold, people still like our Roseburg?"

"Not just these, but also because of a covenant."

"A covenant?" Rurik was shocked, because he never knew that the Ross tribe had any other agreements. "What kind of covenant is that? I know what the covenant means."

"We are our allies with the Siya people, our friends in the south. We are a whole, and as our leader, I must abide by this covenant. We cannot move away without permission. Once we do that, we will be ours for generations to come.

Enemy. Because we all hate betrayal."

At this moment, Rurik felt that Otto's attitude was very serious, and his own young body was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.

Because there are a lot of things here that are extremely scary to think about.

Rurik also calmed down and said with wide eyes and a calm expression: "Dad, what if our fate is to leave?"

"The result is that friends become enemies, I think that will be the case." Otto replied pretending to be calm.

"Ah, if fate is like this, as long as our Ross tribe becomes stronger, even if the so-called Siyans unite, even if they are more powerful Danes, we don't have to be afraid of them."

"Son, are you serious?" Otto continued to ask seriously.

"Yes. I think when I grow up, I will leave here. I don't want to be the leader of the tribe, I want to become a greater being. Become... become a king, become the king of the Kingdom of Ross."

Otto took a deep breath and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was silent for a while, feeling deeply how different his son was and the extraordinary ambition he showed at the age of just two.

He didn't say anything in the end. Compared with his son's life ambitions, his "great achievements" might not be worth mentioning.

Otto finally patted Rurik's body: "Child, you must at least grow up first. At some point you will inherit my 'Destroyer' sword. Only when you grow up enough to have the strength to meet the sword, will you have a chance."

Show your extraordinary ambition.”

"I understand that it won't be long in the future. Dad, I think I believe the prophecy of Grandma Vilia."

"You can trust her. Now, sleep peacefully."


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